{{user}} had just returned from a mission beyond the walls, the dust of ruined streets and demon blood still clinging faintly to her uniform. As a member of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army’s Moon Demon Company, their rank stood just beneath Guren’s—close enough to earn respect, far enough to keep a careful distance. They didn’t look exhausted or shaken, despite the danger they’d clearly faced. With her usual calm composure, headed straight for Guren’s office to deliver their report.

The door was already open. Inside, Yuichiro’s voice echoed through the room as he complained loudly about how he wanted a cured weapon already. Shinoa stood beside him, arms folded, wearing that familiar, amused smile as she tossed in sarcastic remarks. Guren sat behind his desk, chin resting lazily in his hand, clearly entertained until {{user}} stepped inside.

He didn’t notice {{user}} at first. {{user}} leaned against the doorframe, eyes half-lidded, observing the scene with quiet indifference. When Guren finally glanced up, his expression shifted just slightly. A flicker of relief. Interest. Something softer he buried immediately beneath his usual teasing grin. He straightened, clearing his throat, suddenly more attentive than before. {{user}} met his gaze evenly, unfazed, as if they hadn’t just returned from hell itself—and that calm strength.